Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 00:17:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: MY SON IN THE BAR -4- As stated before, you must be of legal age to read this gay erotica fiction, and it must be legal in your area for you to PARTAKE of its content...all legal warnings and ramifications apply, and THANK YOU to everyone who has written to me at willingmike@yahoo.com to express your opinion and encourage my efforts. But let's move on, 'cause Shawn is patiently waiting.... My Son In The Bar -4- by WillingMike We all sat there quietly at our stools at the bar looking toward the now-infamous restroom where my son Shawn was entertaining two new "clients." Finally Willie turned to me and sighed, "That boy o' yours is one prize piece of ass, Mike. But then you know that yourself now don'cha?" Then he laughed loudly. Willie's truck driving buddy Tyrone complimented my son's abilities too. "Oh, yeah, man...don' think I ever had NO whore take care of my big dick that good, male or female. And all these years on the road, I had me some damn good whores, too, man! Just then the bulky guy across the bar called out to Joe, the bartender, "Hey, bud, you know the guy I'm with tonight, right? Mac from the utilities department...he's in there with the kid now." Joe turned to him and nodded, and the guy continued "Well, I'm his boss, name is Frank Little. Get me another shot of bourbon, will ya? Plus, I want the kid next." "Sure, sure, no problem," Joe scurried over with a bottle of booze. "One of 'em probably get his nut in a minute, you can hop on in there next. The boy is fuckin' talented, let me tell you...first hand." "Nah...I want him out here, Joe. And I want his Dad to be the one bringin' him out to me...and no clothes on him either, want him bare ass naked out here just like he is in that john." The guy said all this to Joe, but was looking directly at me the whole time. "And if you wanna hand me that beer mug, I'll be glad to pay in advance right now." Joe moved the mug over to the new guy, and I could tell it was a fifty he dug out of his pocket and stuck in there. I nodded at him, and said "Sure, Frank...you said Frank, right? You'll be the next one Shawn takes care of." Ron spoke up then, looking over at the muscular, rough looking man. "Frank Little, you said...got a football player son, any chance, name of Jimmy?" Frank raised an eyebrow and said "Yeah...why?" "Oh, hell, I know your kid...he works part time for me on construction jobs. Good kid, good worker. Hell of a football player, too," Ron smiled. Frank just nodded, and downed his shot of bourbon. "Shit, this is rich," Ron said in a low voice close to my ear. "Old man is gonna be getting what his kid gets off Shawn every day of the week!" Then Ron poked me in the arm and said, "Come on, let's go watch the action for a minute," and we both slid off our bar stools and headed for the restroom. It was a hot scene we opened the door on, but then after what I had experienced tonight myself, I figured it would be. Shawn was again on his back, the way I had fucked him, and Mac, the older dude that worked for Frank Little, was pumping away at his sweet ass, huffing and puffing and groaning, with Shawn's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, just like they had been wrapped around mine. The much younger, well-built guy, who I had never even had a chance to meet, was almost in the same position as Willie had been at first...almost, but not quite. Instead of kneeling over Shawn's face and sticking his dick in and out of his mouth, this guy was squatting down right on Shawn's face...roughly rubbing his asshole onto my kid's mouth. "Yeah, atta boy, eat my butthole good now...get that tongue all the way up there, cock-sucker...clean me out good you fucking faggot," he was moaning, while his big balls smothered Shawn's nose, and his rock hard dick was slapping against the boy's forehead. "Jesus, he does that, too?" I muttered. Ron just smiled, and said "Well, I think that boy of yours does it all, Mike, does it all...no wonder his lips are so pink and swollen." And then he laughed. Mac looked back over his shoulder about that time, and Ron directed his next comment to him. "Hey, Mac, you'd better be creamin' that boy butt pretty quick 'cause your boss man has next dibs on it." The words seemed to inspire Mac, who almost immediately started pounding his big ass even harder into Shawn, and even shook Shawn's legs loose from his waist as he yelled "OOOOOHHHHHH, GOD!" and obviously fed still another load into my son's greedy pussy. Once Mac had pulled out and was lying on his back next to Shawn, panting, the young guy who had been getting a great rim job from the boy jumped up, grabbed Shawn by his shaggy blonde hair, and yanked him upward. Shawn stood up on wobbly legs, and I was amazed to see that his own dick was still standing at full attention, seven proud inches sticking straight out from his smooth body. I didn't have long to study it, though, because the guy shoved Shawn roughly onto the toilet seat, stood in front of him, and kept yanking hard on his hair as he brutally started slamming his big dick in and out of Shawn's mouth...in and out...in and out. I just stood there, almost mesmerized, watching my fifteen year old son get his throat raped, while Mac slowly got dressed and he and Ron turned to head back to the bar. Before he left, Ron said, "Don't forget, Mike...that Frank Little wants you to bring Shawn out to him. Hmmmm, I wonder what that's all about." Then he laughed, and added, "Wonder if he and his boy, Jimmy, will ever compare notes on this!" I heard him, but couldn't take my eyes off the mouth fucking my son was receiving. I realized at some point that I was actually impressed by the guy who was using Shawn...he was damned well built, and his muscular, fuzzy butt was very enjoyable to watch as his ass cheeks clenched tightly each time he thrust all the way into Shawn's mouth and down his throat. As if he realized somehow that I was looking at him, the young man turned his head toward me and nonchalantly said, "My name's Darren...new in town...me and my younger brother Beau out there...just wandered in here tonight...God, glad we did...tired of doing each other all the time...nice to have a young kid like this we can share...you got him well trained, man...incredible." He said all that with no emotion, and he never missed a beat, pounding Shawn's mouth just as violently as he had been before he started talking. It took a minute for everything he said to sink in, and as I kept staring at his hunky, fucking ass, I finally stammered "Oh...I didn't train...he...I mean, I had him for the first time myself...he just..." And then I shut up. Darren wasn't really paying attention anyway, because about that time he started slamming his cock into Shawn's mouth so hard as so fast that it almost looked like a blur. Then he fiercely grabbed the back of Shawn's head and was smothering his face with his pubes as he obviously unloaded directly into my kid's throat. When Darren finally released Shawn from his grip, the kid slumped back against the wall behind the toilet, and Darren staggered back a few steps, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, man...oh, man, Beau is gonna love this one. He'll want his ass, though, instead of his mouth, but your kid here is versatile, to say the least!" He yanked his jeans on, wrapped his shirt around his neck, and headed out. I walked slowly over to Shawn and looked down at his face, as his eyes fluttered open. "You ok, kid?" I asked softly. Shawn smiled broadly, and when he did a little bit of cum slipped out the right side of his mouth and ran down to his chin. "Oh, yeah, Dad. Fine. Really...fine. I...I love this, dad. Have for a long time." "And you don't mind making some money for us with these guys? I mean, I didn't know if I should..." "Oh, Dad. God, that's a bonus for me, that's amazing! I've been getting my kicks for so long taking care of guys, and loving it. Never thought of making money too!" he smiled. "Well, that's something I really want to know about...I guess I'm still...still in shock, or something. But...but...how did you learn...who did teach you..." "I don't want you to get all pissed off, but...a long time ago, before Mom ever dumped me on your doorstep. I couldn't have been over, hell, seven I guess. But you remember Al, that one guy who lived with Mom for a while?" I drew a blank at that, but I suddenly started fuming. "You mean some son of a bitch shacking with your mom broke you in at the age of...at the age of...!" "That's why I didn't want you to know, Dad, but you gotta understand. It was great for me, it was exactly what I needed, even at that age. I knew it then, and I know it now. Hell, Dad, I'm grateful to Al, to this day I am. So please, please, don't get pissed. He gave me exactly what I needed, even way back then, and what he taught me...every damn thing he taught me to do...it's been bringing me pleasure ever since! And tonight the Ultimate happened...I finally got you. The one I've wanted the most all these years, but was afraid to go for. Finally!" I just looked at him for a long time, and not only was my anger subsiding...but damned if I didn't once again realize my own cock was rock hard. Shawn noticed it too, and reached out to rub the front of my pants. "Later," I said, "That'll have to wait till later. Right now you've got Jimmy Little's dad sitting out there waiting for you." Shawn's face lit up, and he whispered "Oh my God...I wonder if he's as big as Jimmy..." "Well, only one way to find out...and he wants me to deliver you to him personally." And with that I lifted up my boy and threw him naked over my shoulder, then started out toward the bar. Everyone looked up and mouths flew open as they saw me striding toward them, with Shawn's ass, leaking many loads of cum, slung over my shoulder and leading the way right toward them. I walked over to the other side of the bar and stood right next to Frank Little, and said "This is Shawn Harris, Mr. Little...reporting for duty." Frank smiled slightly (but only slightly), and then said "Well, get his goddamned ass out of my face...that's not what I want. Just dump him right down here in front of me," and he spread his legs wide and tilted back in his stool slightly to make room for the arrival. I lowered Shawn down between his legs, and the kid immediately went to his knees in front of his "best friend's" dad. "Ok, you get back over to your side of the bar...and Mac," he said to his employee, who had fucked Shawn just moments ago, "You head over to that side, too, I need just a little privacy here for a minute." We were both a little bewildered, but dutifully moved to the other side of the bar. With Joe behind the bar, and Darren and his brother, Beau, at the side, and Ron, Tyrone, Willie, and now Mac and me across from them...all eyes were on Frank Little, the only one visible above the wooden bar. The man slowly downed another shot of bourbon, and then said "Now I have to get rid of some of this liquor before I do anything else." With that it was obvious to all of us he was unzipping his pants, and then pulling out his cock. Then both his hands were back up on the bar, and we waited while he shut his eyes and let out a little grunt. Suddenly there was a loud sound of gulping...followed by...more gulps and even a sputtering, choking sound a couple of times. And Frank Little just stared straight ahead at all of us with no expression on his face whatsoever. "Jesus, is he making Shawn..." I began, but my voice trailed off. "Well I'll be damned," muttered Tyrone. "One more talent the slut has..." muttered Darren, smiling at his brother Beau. After what seemed like an eternity, Frank glanced down at what must have been Shawn's head between his legs, out of sight, and said "Good boy, you didn't spill a drop. Now...GET TO WORK, COCKSUCKER!" With that he swung his hand down hard, and we all heard a loud slap that must have just landed on Shawn's head. Right then I felt myself starting to get flushed in the face, and I began to rise from the bar stool...but Ron grabbed my arm and yanked me back to a sitting position. "Cool it, goddamnit," he hissed at me. "If Shawn starts having any trouble, he'll fuckin' let you know..." And about that time we all watched as Frank Little closed his eyes again and a small smile crossed his face...and we also became aware of more slurping sounds...the kind we were used to and had all heard before when Shawn was called into action. Slurp...slurp...slurp...happy sounds to all our ears...no gagging this time, no choking...just slurp...slurp...mmmmm...mmmpphhh....slurp....slurp. Joe finally started handing out more beers, and there was even some light conversation around the bar. But the chatter was nothing but background noise for the very loud, eager cocksucking that my son was performing so well. I lost track of time...Frank Little was truly making Shawn work hard for his load, though Shawn didn't seem to mind at all, and obviously never tired. Finally it was nearing an end, and we all were going to get a look at the dick that Shawn was feeding on, because Frank stood up and started stepping backwards, almost taunting Shawn with what turned out to be a mammoth cock, damned near as big as Tyrone's 12 inch black beauty. My boy never lost his mouth grip on that dick, and crawled right across the floor, bare ass wagging behind him, sucking all the way. Frank finally backed up against the pool table that was in a little alcove in the very back of the bar, and grabbed both of Shawn's ears with his meaty hands. While we all watched, transfixed by the sensual brutality of the throat fucking my boy was getting, Frank started yanking hard on Shawn's ears, plunging all eleven plus inches into his cocksucker's mouth, yelling "NOW...NOW...DRINK IT YOU CUM PIG...DRINK EVERY DROP LIKE YOU DID MY PISS, SLUT!" And Shawn did just that...with his usual expertise...not letting a drop escape his hungry mouth. We all waited for Frank to relax, which he finally did...with Shawn's mouth never leaving the big dick that he obviously loved, until Frank himself yanked it out and shook a few loose drops of cum on Shawn's protruding tongue. "Not bad, kid. Not bad at all. I'll have to have me some more of that someday soon," Frank muttered, trying to get his massive cock back into his pants. "Yes, sir!" a smiling Shawn looked up at him with actual awe in his eyes. "That's even bigger than..." but he didn't finish that sentence. Joe then looked over at Darren's brother, Beau, and said "Well, buddy, you're the only one that hasn't had a go at him yet. You paid up?" Beau, just as handsome and hunky as his older brother, stood up and fished a couple of twenties out of his shorts, sticking them into the beer mug. "I'm gonna enjoy this fuck, kid, and everyone else might as well, too. Get your bare ass bent over that pool table," Beau ordered, with Shawn quickly assuming the position, arms spread out in front of him on the felt table. "Yes, sir!" Shawn responded with the expression that we were hearing a lot tonight, as Beau peeled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing a butt just as muscular and enjoyable to behold as his brother's...not to mention a thick cock, already hard, that had to at least match his brother's 7 or 8 inches. "I told you he'd want your kid's ass," laughed Darren, looking over at me, "And he throws one hell of a fuck, too!" TO BE CONTINUED..... willingmike@yahoo.com